Snippet #2772283

The door to Castala's dressing room cracked open for a second time with an audible sigh - though obviously, not from the door itself. Castiel's expression as he made his way inside was one of impatience, and the blonde young man closed the door behind him with a tut. "You always leave it to the last minute, don't you?" he murmured as he made his way over to the older woman. "Some sort of dreadful aversion to clothes?"

Castala chuckled, adjusting her hair in the mirror as Castiel carefully zipped up the corset top behind her, "But of course, dear, why else would I wear so few of them?"

The youth rolled his eyes. He himself was dressed just as extravagantly - if rather more fully - as Castala, a long white, crimson and gold tailed coat the centerpiece of the outfit, and the blonde hair that fell to just below his shoulders was as carefully managed as hers was. "I'm the only reason you get anything done." he muttered, shaking his head.

Smiling, Castala rose from her stool and swept her own coat - a very traditional black and red piece, with extravagantly sweeping tails that were more reminiscent of a cape than a coat - from where it hung nearby, sliding it on. With the image almost completed, all that was left was for her to place her elegant top-hat upon her head, and she was ready. "If I were more organised, Tiel, then my lovely assistant would have no work to do!"

Castiel raised his eyebrow, "Well it's not as if you pay me, you know. I highly doubt most apprentices have to run about micro-managing their tutor's career whilst they prance about on stage making the local population of males' eyes spring out of their heads."

Another chuckle followed this, as Castala ruffled the boy's hair, "Jealous, dear? I'm not sure the outfit would work on you, you know..."

With an exasperated sigh, Castiel put his hands up, "You are impossible, I wash my hands of trying to reason with you. We have ten minutes before we're due on stage, so if you have anything you need to do, you'd best get it done. I'll be waiting outside."

And on that note, with only a fleeting backwards grin to show that there were no hard feelings, Castiel swept from the dressing room.